Gimme Shelter

- Baby, I put it right over there. - No, you did not.

Baby, ifs right there.

You know I take care of you.

- Yeah. - I give you everything.

I'm okay.

I can do this.

I'm not scared.

I can do this.

Ifs okay. I'm not scared.

I can do this.

I can do this.

I'm not scared.

I'm okay. I'm not scared.

I can do this.

I'm okay.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

Where you going, baby?

I'm at 14811 Jefferson.

I want to go to...

77 Oak Ridge Road

in Saddle Ridge, New Jersey.

Yeah, New Jersey.

Have you seen my daughter?

What you do to your hair, sweetie?

Agnes, open HP-

I ain't got time for your crap!

I'm getting out of here.

What?

I said I'm out.

You ain't going nowhere, you little bitch!

Open up!

You going to Jersey?

You got the money?

Yeah.

- Slut! - Back off the car!

You slut! You useless slut!

You owe me!

- Back off the cab! - You ain't going nowhere!

You're going to give me my money, you little bitch!

Honey?

I'm sorry, okay?

Mommy loves you, okay?

Back off the car!

You're nothing but a dumb, useless whore!

You'll be back! You hear me?

You need me!

Where's the money?

Show it to me now.

That's not enough.

Get out of my cab.

Get out of the cab!

- No! - Get out of the cab right now!

Get out of here, you little piece of trash!

Back away from the house!

Get down on the ground.

Down!

- Get off me! - Easy!

This is a girl, not a boy.

All right, let's get her up.

What is this?

Do you know the people that live here?

What's going on?

We're sorry to disturb you, Mr. Fitzpatrick,

but we received a call from your housekeeper.

- Who the hell is that? - We don't know.

We found this on her.

She says she knows you.

- She said she knows me? - That's what she said.

- Where was she? - In the back, trying to break in.

She was trying to break into the house?

That's right.

Did you pat her down? Did she say anything?

She has nothing on her.

Nothing else. No ID.

- Inside, guys. - A police car.

I know. Let's just go in the house.

- But who is it? - I don't know.

Show me.

Do you know her?

YES-.

Let her out.

Come on.

How old are you now? Fourteen?

Fifteen?

Sixteen.

It's a nice place.

You work in real estate or something?

No. Wall Street.

Hows your mother, Agnes?

It's Apple,

remember?

You gave the name to me.

He re's what's up.

I need a place to stay for a little bit.

That's why I'm here.

I ain't asking you to feel guilty and stuff like that,

so let's not even go there.

I just need a place to stay for a little bit.

I'll get a job.

I'll get my own place,

and then I'll be gone.

Here.

I knew I couldn't count on you.

Have a nice life. Nice to finally meet you.

Wait. Where you going?

You just showed up.

The police said you tried to break in.

I didn't try and break in. They're lying.

Maybe there's something we can work out.

I'm going to have a word with my wife.

Were you in jail?

No, Dusty, she wasn't in jail.

Ifs just a misunderstanding.

We figured it out.

What kind of misunderstanding?

Alex, it's not a problem.

It's all better now.

Agnes, where are you from?

A lot of places.

And it's Apple, not Agnes.

You can call me Apple, not Agnes.

I thought you said it was Agnes,

but Apple is a beautiful name.

Apple? That's a funny name.

And Alex is a boy's name.

No, it's not. Yours is stupid.

She smells, and she's weird, Mom.

Why does she have to stay with us?

Tom?

All right, you guys, time for bed.

Cece? Bath time.

Good night.

Honey, can you please wait?

I think now would be a good time

for us to have a little talk together.

Why don't you stop calling me honey?

Hey, Apple.

You're in my house.

Look, we want to help you,

but we don't know how to.

We're going to have to get in touch with your social worker

or someone assigned to your case

and let them know that you're here.

When I was eight, I was taken away from my mother

when she was arrested for drugs.

I was dropped off at a mental hospital,

where they kept me in a steel room all by myself

because I didn't fit in with the other kids.

From there, I was put into another temporary shelter.

Apple.

Every few months, I'd be assigned some new case worker,

and we'd start all over again-.

By the time I was twelve, I was in my tenth foster home.

Seemed like good people this time,

until the husband would come into my room at night

and start touching me and feeling all up on me.

I told my case worker, and she got the police involved.

He told them that I was making it all up,

because that's what troubled kids do,

and they believed him.

I was too scared to even open up my own mouth.

I ran away

and went to find my mother

and tried to stay with her for a while.

Things got real bad, and I had to go.

In all that time,

that letter was the only thing I ever got from you,

I'm just asking you for a little time,

because I am done being passed off as someone's case number.

I want out of the system!

So are you going to help me out

so I can get back on my feet?

Or do you and Joanna still have to talk about it?

- You happy with this? - Yeah.

You sleep all right?

You need some help there?

- No. - You sure'?

Yeah, I'm fine just by myself.

Damn it!

Where you going?

Come here! Wait!

I'm talking to you!

Wait!

Where you going?

It was a stupid idea for me to come here.

It's never going to work between us!

Never! So why don't you just turn around

and go back to your life. And leave me and mine alone!

Where you going to go?

Look at you.

You don't even have your shoes on.

Who cares?

Here.

Come inside.

Are you pregnant?

What?

What are you talking about?

- What am I talking about? - She's just not feeling well.

Why don't you let her answer that?

She's not going to answer anything.